Put A Ring On

At five minutes to eight, Mrs. Francis arrived with her husband and Jody greeted them at the door then escorted them out to the terrace where Mr. Wyler was seated at the table. Jody thought they looked exotic and very sensual. Mrs. Francis seemed about thirty years old with raven-black hair and pale skin. Her makeup looked kind of goth; smokey eyes and bright red lipstick. She wore a short black jacket over a black see thru low-buttoned blouse through which her small breasts and prominent nipples could be seen. Her skirt was dark green and very short with slits up to her waist. She wore black stockings and dark green high heels.

Her husband, if that is what he was, was also dressed in black and looked, sounded, and acted very effeminate. He wore large hoop earrings and his hair was bobbed, what Jody thought was called a pixie cut. He also wore eye shadow and black lipstick. His long pink tongue kept licking his lips.

At the table, Mrs. Francis sat closely next to Mr. Wyler and her husband, whom Mr. Wyler called Perda, sat across from them.

“Go and put your new cockrings on Jody and then you may return and serve the food,” said Mr. Wyler.

“Yes, Sir,” Jody replied and walked slowly away.

When he returned with the dinner plates and food, he immediately noticed that Mrs. Francis already had Mr. Wyler's large shaved cockshaft in her hand. Her husband kept licking his lips and stealing glances at Mr. Wyler's impressive cock. Jody, also looking at his employer's cock, started getting hard right away. It was the first time he had actually seen it exposed and he couldn't help himself, gasping at its length and thickness. Mrs. Francis didn't move her hand on it, but just held her fingers around the base just above his balls. She kept it there through the entire dinner, using her other hand to eat with.

Jody's dick started oozing a lot of precum and he almost started to rub it before remembering to behave. After they had eaten, Mr. Wyler told Jody to remove the plates.

When you're finished, Jody, will you bring my bag. The one you saw this morning.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jody answered, his excitement and curiosity growing as did his hard on.

Returning with the satchel, Jody placed it on the table. Flicking his eyes downward, he saw Mrs. Francis was now moving her hand slowly up and down Mr. Wyler's cock which looked like it had grown even longer and thicker.

Mr. Wyler turned to face Mrs. Francis and caressed her cheek, then slid his hand to her breasts, pinching her stiff nipples. He then patted the edge of the table and Mrs. Francis climbed up on it and spread her thighs. Her skirt slid up to her waist exposing her shaved pussy which already glistened with her juices.

“Jody is quite bisexual,” he said. “Aren't you, Jody?”

Jody eyes gazed at the pale wet pussy lips and stammered a reply. “Y..y..yes, Sir.”

“Don't you think Mrs. Francis has a lovely pussy, Jody? Don't you want to taste it?”

Jody swallowed. “As you wish it, Sir,” he said softly.

“I do wish it and so does she,” Mr. Wyler said. “If you can make her cum with your lips and tongue, Jody, she will stroke your cock off and you can shoot your cum on Perda's face.”

Mrs. Francis' husband giggled and licked his lips eagerly. “I want it,” he said in a loud whisper. “Every drop.”

Jody took a deep breath and lowered his face between Mrs. Francis' thighs. She had a scent of exotic perfume mixed with her natural juices and it swirled around Jody's head. Tentatively, he began licking the pale pink lips of her pussy. She was already very wet and her clitoris poked out above them. Jody cupped his lips over her clit and gently sucked it while circling the tip of his tongue around and around it. Mrs. Francis murmured.

“Not as good as you, Sir,” she cooed, “but he will do for now.” She continued to stroke Mr. Wyler's cock up and down, using her thumb from time to time to smear his precum over the shiny knob.

Jody sucked and licked, kissing her pussy and dancing his tongue over and around her cit. She squeezed her thighs tightly around his head, thrusting her hips up and grinding against his mouth. Suddenly she grabbed his hair and jammed herself hard against him, shuddering and trembling.

“Mmmph, good, good,” she cried loudly and slumped back across the table.

When she had recovered, she reluctantly let go of Mr. Wyler's cock and reached down to unfasten Jody's straining pants, taking out his cock. She nodded in appreciation and guided him around the table to face Perda.

Perda closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide as Mrs. Francis began stroking Jody's cock slowly at first and then faster and more roughly. As he turned his head, his eyes met Mr. Wyler's and he quickly shot a huge load of hot cum. It splattered on Perda's upturned face, some of it in his open mouth and the rest splashing in thick ropes on his forehead and cheeks. Perda's tongue licked at it with a sputtering giggle and sigh.

“Oooooo, thank you!” he simpered, using his fingers to wipe the cum into his mouth. Then he grew quiet and looked at Mr. Wyler. Everyone grew silent and Mr. Wyler stood up. He reached into his satchel and took out two cockrings which he put on himself. Then he grabbed Mrs. Francis' hips strongly. In a quick moment, he thrust his cock deep into her pussy and roughly began pounding her. The only sounds were her soft grunts and the wet thrusting of his large cock as he fucked her hard and deeper with every thrust of his hips. He reached between them and thumbed her clit in a rhythm matching his thrusts. It seemed to go on for a long time and Jody was amazed at the man's strength and stamina.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Mrs. Francis' froze in place and shrieked, then went completely limp in Mr. Wyler's strong grasp.

“Ohhh, God,” she whispered and lay back on the table again. Jody was so jealous he almost shot another load of cum. “Fuuuuck,” he thought to himself. “I want Mr. Wyler to fuck me like that.”

Then it was over. Mrs. Francis straightened her clothes and they walked out with many “thank yous” and “goodnights”. Perda still had smudges of Jody's cum in his hair and seemed to wear them proudly.

“That was a good job, Jody,” Mr. Wyler told him. “You can clean up now. I will see you in the morning.”

“Yes, Sir, Jody replied, his mind still processing the events of the evening with a smile.